I slid across the front seat closer to Justin and softly teased his cock. He said nothing, but shifted slightly…getting comfortable as he grew hard against my hand.
His right hand reached out and slipped into my tangle of curls, while his left continued to steer the car.
I carried on stroking him through his jeans until his breathing became heavy, and then lowered his zipper, freeing his already rock hard cock.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began to gently work my fist up and down the length of it. His heavy breathing gave way to moans as he buried his hand further into my hair.
“Suck it…” He demanded in a lust filled whisper.
“Suck what, Justin?” I teased in an innocent tone.
He groaned with impatience. “My fucking dick, Amy.”
I leaned down and slowly circled his pillowy soft head with the tip of my tongue. “Like this?”
He attempted to push his cock into my mouth further, but rather than sinking my mouth down around it, I only slid the tip into my mouth and sucked gently.
He tried once more to slide deeper into my mouth, but I pulled away and sat up…a haughty smile playing on my lips.
“You fucking tease!” He pulled his gaze from the deserted stretch of road ahead and narrowed his eyes at me.
I pumped my hand around him far too softly, enjoying the now furious throbbing of his dick against my skin.
“Amy…” he addressed me in a warning tone. “What did I tell you to do?”
I smiled over at him, taking great pleasure in this little game. “You told me to suck your fucking dick.”
“Then why is it that I am looking at your mouth right now and it isn’t filled with my cock?” I’ll admit, when it comes to sex, he almost never has to ask twice for anything. But this new found upper hand I seemed to have was intoxicating.
“You’ll have to wait until we get back to the hotel.” I released his dick and settled back into my seat.
“I’m not waiting Amy…” I had spoiled him.
“Yes you are…” I taunted. “You don’t have much choice.”
He suddenly jerked the car over to the side of the road, “That…is where you’re wrong.”
He threw it in park with almost violent force and slammed his seat back with equally aggressive strength.
His eyes were wild and halfway angry as he repeated his previous demand. “Once last time Amy…suck my dick.”
I remained defiant with a short “No.”
The second the refusal had passed my lips he crashed into me, jerking my legs up to swing me around on the seat.
A cry of surprise mixed with pleasure rose in my throat as he pulled my jeans off in one fast sweep.
The moment they left my body he pushed my legs apart and pushed my panties to the side. He brought his mouth to me, his mouth hovering just shy of my pussy, and looked at me fiercely. “By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for a mouth full of my cock.”
I raked my fingers through his hair and pulled his lips against me. “Prove it.”
His tongue, so soft and warm, slipped from his mouth and brushed against my clit with an infuriatingly gentle amount of pressure. I gasped with pleasure, but he moved away from the spot that wanted his attention so badly and began to lap at my lips just below.
I lifted my hips with the intention of forcing my clit to his tongue, but he moved with me. I sighed his name in spite of myself, and he lifted his eyes to meet my own, arching his right eyebrow. Clearly pleased with himself.
He began to place barely there wispy kisses my clit at a maddeningly slow speed…speaking softly in between each one.
“Suck my cock and I’ll make you cum…”
“I know you want me to…remember last night? Remember how I licked and sucked your pretty little clit? Remember how I made you scream?”
He had switched to the sexy whisper that I loved so much...
“Yes…” I pressed against his mouth.
“All you have to do is slip it into your mouth and suck it like a good girl and I’ll do it again.”
I knew I wasn’t going to win this one, but I wasn’t ready to surrender yet.
He continued to tease me, sweeping his lips against my aching, neglected clit. He slipped two fingers inside of me, and worked them in and out, curling his silky fingers just enough to brush against my g-spot. It was too much…I couldn’t take it any longer. The game was over and I had lost…I knew I would.
“Let me suck it…put it in my mouth Justin.” I hissed, desperate to make him cum so that he would put an end to the horrible, nearly painful amount of desire that was coursing through my body.
He sat back and gave me a self satisfied smirk that almost made me regret my decision to give in…almost. This is what he does to me…I’d do anything for him.
I scrambled to my knees to take him into my mouth. He groaned with great relief as I sank down on it. The heat from his still fully erect cock was a shock to my tongue and I realized exactly how hard it had been for him to wait. It felt as though it would burst at any moment.
“Do you see what you did Amy? Do you see had badly I wanted this?” He jerked my hair, signaling me to look him in the eye while he fucked my mouth.
“Never…ever…make me wait again. Do you understand? If I say I want you to suck my dick at the fucking table in a restaurant, you will suck my dick at the fucking table in a restaurant, won’t you?”
I nodded in agreement and drew him deeper into my mouth, working his cock with increased effort. Pumping my fist around the base that I couldn’t reach with my mouth.
“Faster…” his voice had begun to shake. “Here it comes Amy…do you want to taste it? Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” He already knew the answer, I always did. But I gave him the look that told him yes anyway.
He began to tug harder at my hair, and thrust deeper into my mouth…he going to cum and my stomach flipped, delighted by the knowledge that I could do this to him.
His moans grew louder and more frantic until at last he buried his cock into my mouth to the base, sending cum rolling down my throat as I gagged around his head nudging against the back of my throat and fought to swallow every bit of it.
When he relaxed, I sat back ready for him to make good on his promise to make me scream like he had the night before, but instead he started the car.
My head snapped up at the sound of the ignition turning over. “What the fuck Justin?”
He slid his eyes over to me, gave me a nasty little smile and repeated in my own words. “You have to wait until we get back to the hotel. You don’t have much choice.”